7QT: A Wheelbarrow, E. Coli, and A New Saint

 Happy Friday of a looooong weekend!  Linking up with Kelly and friends for a look back at the week...

1)

I did something crafty!  I was picking up the million balls in our backyard and saw our rusty old wheelbarrow out of the corner of my eye.  It was tipped over in the back of our yard, behind the swingset.  I went over to move it somehere more hidden, and it was filled with cobwebs and dirt, so I decided to hose it off first.  Once it was cleaned, I thought "This would look cute with a fall display in it!" and texted Phil to pick up some mums on his way home from piano with Xander.  A few minutes later and voila!  

I feel like this tale could be turned into a children's book, "Give Colleen a Messy Backyard".

2)

If any of you have college students, just a reminder that the FAFSA is now available.  

It's a lot easier to complete the second time around, only took me about 20 minutes and a lot of that time was spent figuring out passwords ;)

3)

Our town has a Boil Water Order for the second time in a couple weeks.  It is so annoying!  You don't realize how much you use tap water for until your town gets an E. coli sample in an untreated water source.  Yikes!

4)

The public school system I work for had a professional development day and had Dr. Adolph Brown come speak.  He was good!  He's a neuroscientist/psychologist/educator and he made great points about how we need to control our mouths, since we can't control our brains from having thoughts.  He said that an intelligent person can easily say something dumb, a kind person can say something mean, and therefore a non-racist person can say something racist.  It doesn't mean we are dumb, mean, and racist.  I'm not doing his talk justice, but I was pleasantly surprised and bonus! he has eight kids!

5)

When I went out to my car after the presentation, I thanked my guardian angel for this parking job.  

I didn't even know there was a cement pole there when I backed in!

6)

Kate wrote about watching Moone Boy, a show about an Irish boy named Martin growing up in the 80s.  

Phil and I started watching it, and though it is a bit innapropriate (think middle school boy humor) it is indeed very funny.  Martin's best friend is named Padraig, which was supposed to be my Andrew's middle name but we spelled it the way my uncle had written it (and the way it's pronounced) Pauric.  It gives me a little joy to hear his name called out in the show :)

7)

Please remember the Hill family in your prayers.  They lost their sweet little girl, Margaret and I can't even imagine their heartache.  Rosie and I met years ago and she is definitely a wonderful mom who needs prayers and donations, if you are able.

I hope you all have a relaxing long weekend spent hugging your loved ones and laughing, and crafting, and FAFSA-ing.